Chapter 564: Classification of Challenge Plans

Chapter 564: Challenge Plan Classification

The viewers in the livestream room didn’t understand, nor did the athletes on site.

Meng Fan had consecutively deadlifted the world record of 501 kilograms three times.

The first time, it looked incredibly easy—he lifted it in an instant and even did a pull-up, with a very large range of motion, giving the impression that if Meng Fan had exerted full force, that pull might have directly turned into a clean and even a successful snatch!

The snatch world record was 233 kilograms, yet it felt as though Meng Fan could successfully snatch that 501-kilogram weight.

The second time, the deadlift was also instantaneous, and he completed a pull-up motion, but the range was small—maybe enough for a clean, but certainly not a snatch.

This second attempt gave the impression that Meng Fan’s strength had diminished significantly, but the third attempt made it seem as if he had suddenly exhausted all his power.

Observe.

When Meng Fan deadlifted the third time, it wasn’t instantaneous; he struggled immensely to pull the “501 kilograms” off the ground, and afterward, his entire body was in constant battle with the barbell. It was clearly visible that every part of him was exerting to the limit—his legs, knees, hands, waist, and shoulders were trembling, veins bulged on his neck and forehead, his face flushed red, and even his nose and eyes strained with effort.

In the end, Meng Fan succeeded in the deadlift, but his form was far from standard, and finally, he even had a nosebleed—a burst of blood!

After lowering the weight, he staggered and nearly fell, barely managing to stand, but only for a short while before he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

He looked completely drained.

The pull-up motion was naturally no longer visible.

Although three consecutive deadlifts of the world record with rest intervals in between were indeed remarkable and not easy, it was possible for anyone to experience any situation during the third deadlift—not just a nosebleed, but even direct oxygen deprivation, fainting, or sudden death would not be surprising.

But!

He was Meng Fan, the Iron God!

The first two times were so simple, entirely under control.

The third time was vastly different.

He had rested between sets—could it be due to poor cardiopulmonary function or weak endurance?

Impossible!

He was someone who could run a hundred kilometers every day for a month; his cardiopulmonary and endurance were flawless.

Although it seemed reasonable that the third deadlift reached such a state, it still felt eerie, illogical, and inexplicably strange.

It just felt like something was off.

Yet no one could figure out what exactly was wrong.

After all, the barbell had been sitting there the whole time, always in the livestream, so no one thought about changes in weight, and it was even more impossible for anyone to imagine that the weight of Meng Fan’s second deadlift was 1 ton, and the third was 1.5 tons!

The ultimate weight of 1521 kilograms—Meng Fan ultimately succeeded, though with great difficulty, giving it his all, but he succeeded.

This was essentially his limit.

Meng Fan’s limit was about three times the top strength in this world.

That was fairly consistent with his strength attribute value.

About six times the limit of an ordinary person, and about three times the limit of a top-tier strongman.

If there was a ceiling for human strength, Meng Fan was on the fourth floor.

“Are you okay?”

“Iron God, are you alright?”

“Meng Fan, are you fine?”

The athletes on site, seeing Meng Fan sitting on the ground gasping for breath, all came over like a flock of big stars, showing concern.

Meng Fan waved his hand and continued breathing heavily. Seeing this, everyone quickly stepped back to give him enough space.

He sat on the ground for a good while before pushing himself up with his hands. As for the nosebleed, it was nothing—just a burst capillary from too much force.

He said in front the camera that he was fine, and then he ended the livestream.

The athletes on site were curious about the differences in Meng Fan’s three deadlifts, but since anything was possible, it was hard to ask. If they did, Meng Fan could just give any excuse—the simplest being that he was fighting against his own strength.

Dean Zhan, holding his thermos cup, saw that Meng Fan wasn’t continuing his training and asked, “I heard them say you were challenging some world records. Were those squats, bench presses, and deadlifts just now?”

Still curious.

Meng Fan nodded: “Nothing much lately, just challenging myself.”

Dean Zhan was speechless. He wanted to say that if there was really nothing to do, he should practice weightlifting more, but he didn’t say it. With Meng Fan’s current strength, how could he practice further? But in terms of competition, no matter the level of event, what difference did it make whether Meng Fan trained or not?

“Alright, go ahead and challenge yourself.” Dean Zhan asked again, “What are you planning to challenge next? Whatever venue or equipment you need, the academy will provide it. Come around more often—these kids get all hyped up when they see you.”

“I don’t know what to challenge next yet,” Meng Fan said. “I’ll come more often and watch them train; maybe I’ll figure out what I want to challenge. I’m hungry—let’s go eat.”

“Come home and eat. Your master’s wife said she hasn’t seen you in a while.”

“Sure.”

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For the challenge of a hundred world records, Meng Fan’s first consideration was naturally the sports field, as it was the easiest to think of. Next, he filtered projects based on his own attributes.

Strength.

Speed.

Endurance.

Precision.

This was Meng Fan’s classification of sports events.

Strength—this was his forte. On the first day of challenges, he tackled strength-related ones and completed seven in one go.

What else could he challenge in the strength category?

There were.

Throwing events.

Shot put, javelin, discus, and hammer throw.

The world records for the first two were already Meng Fan’s. He had the ability to break them again at any time since he first set them, and now it would be very easy to do so.

As for discus and hammer throw, he had also practiced them, mastering the technical points. With the boost of absolute strength, these two so-called ironclad world records were nothing to Meng Fan. Even if he had never touched them, his sheer power would still allow him to break the records—his strength was simply too great.

Calculating this way, he could complete 11 challenges in strength events.

Then came speed and endurance. To be honest, the world records in these two areas were a real challenge for Meng Fan. He would definitely need to spend some time practicing, using his physical prowess to compensate for the weaknesses brought by his weight.

There was hope, probably.

For precision, there should be many world records to uncover. After completing the achievement tasks related to throwing precision, shooting precision, and striking precision, his five senses had undergone a qualitative enhancement. Under this premise, as long as it was a precision-based world record, he could not fail to complete it.

That evening, after dinner at Dean Zhan’s house, he strolled over to the Academy of Fine Arts. The next morning, he went to Zhejiang Provincial Sports Institute again, intending to give some guidance to the athletes on throwing events while also completing the challenge of four world records.

(The chapter ends)